Song | Camping Next To Water |
Artist | Badly Drawn Boy |
Album | The Hour Of Bewilderbeast |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Badly Drawn Boy | |
Camping next to water | |
Fish infested slaughter | |
I feed the fishes into me | |
It's a misty within reason | |
I'm hoping | |
I don't freeze here | |
I fuel the fire, | |
I feed it's glow | |
But these's no use in feeling | |
All the things | |
I'm feeding | |
There's no one here to feel with me | |
The second day is easier | |
Though it may be breezier | |
And the snow is falling down | |
But as the fire smoulders | |
I never will grow older | |
Because I drink from | |
Waterfalls | |
The stars above shine on me | |
I beckon them to fall on me | |
I'll catch and save them in a jar | |
My feet a mass of blisters | |
Collecting frost on whiskers | |
As I taste the moring dew | |
I think my mind is clearer now | |
I want you to be nearer now | |
I'm ready t come back to you | |
Cause there's no use in feeling | |
All the things | |
I'm feeling | |
There's no one here to feel with me |
zuo ci : Badly Drawn Boy | |
Camping next to water | |
Fish infested slaughter | |
I feed the fishes into me | |
It' s a misty within reason | |
I' m hoping | |
I don' t freeze here | |
I fuel the fire, | |
I feed it' s glow | |
But these' s no use in feeling | |
All the things | |
I' m feeding | |
There' s no one here to feel with me | |
The second day is easier | |
Though it may be breezier | |
And the snow is falling down | |
But as the fire smoulders | |
I never will grow older | |
Because I drink from | |
Waterfalls | |
The stars above shine on me | |
I beckon them to fall on me | |
I' ll catch and save them in a jar | |
My feet a mass of blisters | |
Collecting frost on whiskers | |
As I taste the moring dew | |
I think my mind is clearer now | |
I want you to be nearer now | |
I' m ready t come back to you | |
Cause there' s no use in feeling | |
All the things | |
I' m feeling | |
There' s no one here to feel with me |
zuò cí : Badly Drawn Boy | |
Camping next to water | |
Fish infested slaughter | |
I feed the fishes into me | |
It' s a misty within reason | |
I' m hoping | |
I don' t freeze here | |
I fuel the fire, | |
I feed it' s glow | |
But these' s no use in feeling | |
All the things | |
I' m feeding | |
There' s no one here to feel with me | |
The second day is easier | |
Though it may be breezier | |
And the snow is falling down | |
But as the fire smoulders | |
I never will grow older | |
Because I drink from | |
Waterfalls | |
The stars above shine on me | |
I beckon them to fall on me | |
I' ll catch and save them in a jar | |
My feet a mass of blisters | |
Collecting frost on whiskers | |
As I taste the moring dew | |
I think my mind is clearer now | |
I want you to be nearer now | |
I' m ready t come back to you | |
Cause there' s no use in feeling | |
All the things | |
I' m feeling | |
There' s no one here to feel with me |